Bedtime Standards

I slipped past the bedroom door, ready to bring another triumphant day to a dignified close. Up on the white duvet, my old blue plush buddy had completely slumped over on his side, clearly unable to maintain proper bedroom etiquette without supervision. Naturally, I stepped in. I scrambled up the rumpled sheets, wrapped my arms around his fuzzy middle, and hauled him upright against the wooden headboard. Once he was seated tall and proud, I tugged the corner of the soft plaid quilt right over our paws with a firm, decisive pat. Rest is serious business, and I have bedtime perfection completely handled.